A girl rode through the gate.

She was two hours late.

She got off her horse

and her mother, of course,

was standing there waiting,

standing by the gate.

"Where have you been?

Don't you know it's almost ten?

I've been so worried-

you should have hurried-

this better not happen again-

better not happen again!"

"Well Mom, ahem, uh-hum,

I know I should have come

home long ago,

but you know

I was having such fun

riding in the sun."

The mother huffed and puffed-

she said "I've had enough,

You must stay home and play alone

for a week!"

and her voice was guff.

But Grandma was standing there

and caught mother unaware.

In a quiet voice she said

"You know Joyce,

you've forgotten something there

don't you remember when?"

Well, I remember when

you were a girl of ten-

you may not recall

that you did it all

when you were very small-

but I remember when.

So mother hugged daughter

and daughter hugged mother

and grandma smiled

all the while

and then they all sang this song.

I remember when

you were a girl of ten

you may not recall

that you did it all

when you were very small,

but I remember when.